The landlord brings out a sheet, From his bag, says: “we’re tired of you, Get out of here, get lost”. “Don’t make me return with eviction papers”. We said: ‘Haji’ … “You’ve been to Mecca! Please! On anyone’s life you hold dear Don’t do this on New Year’s Eve To go knocking from door to door”! But he said, “It’s not up to me.” Mother was sobbing As she packed up the house And the landlord was standing Fanning himself with his court paper Father was tired of his luck Feeling dishonored and defeated Occasionally would look at me and wink As to say, don’t be afraid … I’m still here No study or homework (No!) No fun or joy (No!) No recess bell (No!) Dead-End, a mind at wits end Thinking of dropping out It’s these times that you get to know people Count 1,2,3 … gone. Is the one you thought, was the apple of your eye Friendships stink of con and fraud Don’t say no, I’ve seen the look on your face Someone tell me Who found the real meaning of a friend? Wish I could know the reason of betrayal As soon as I introduced one to another They teamed up, just to knock me down Your Heart, your time Your love, your thoughts Invest it all and still In the end they go to someone else Loneliness is our outcome, you and me Your life was an island I walked toward you So with a casual smile just to hear you say It was all done out of duty Bastard
Posted on: Thu, 22 Aug 2013 08:26:01 +0000
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